Heavy Words

by Hillary

I sat at a chilly outdoor cafe this morning, sipping a warm, sugary espresso and just reading. I wish there was a picture of the classic bed-head hair.

“October Files” is a bunch of art criticism essays about Gabriel Orozco, a Mexican/American artist with a show up right now in Centre Pompidou… a really cool contemporary art museum in Paris. All translated from French to English for the first time. Compare this to slicing a baguette with a plastic butter knife. His sculpture is earthy and makes me puzzle over our impermanence in this world. The work itself is raw and anti-cultural. Well, that’s modern art for you.

Centre Pompidou

“Qui suis-je ?” … Who am I? The other thing I’m reading is “Nadja” by Andre Breton, the Surrealist Manifesto guy. It takes place in Paris. It’s a novel about his real-life 10 day encounter with a woman, Nadja, who basically blows his mind from here to Pluto. She is at once hope incarnate and no one special. I already know what happens at the end. I’ll tell you. :::::Spoiler Alert::::: She turns out to be a lunatic, sent to the crazy-house and he sails on keeping weirdness alive and slashing holes in the fabric of time and space…with his friends! Yeah!!! Good love story. Thanks for the recommendation, Thomas!

Yes! I named one of my kitties after her. I mean, I relate to her as well. She symbolizes those short-lived encounters that we have, as well as the continuing “let down” that I think is a part of every story ever written….